Inside that lioness

Well, I'm not even old enough to have a car yet And I'm already planning on how to drive it Off a cliff, into a ditch, sorry But that's the type of things you get When you talk to this pessimist And excuse me, miss, I'm so persistent I just want to air some things out So I don't deal with it alone In a home bounded to conform on itself You don't get out much, do you? Well, I don't mean to assume But it's just an educated guess Since the last time that we had a text And long, long talk, or a call, or a chat That extended into midnight and you're right Maybe we should start earlier In that case, I'll be waiting Not like I mean to bother you But I just like conversating And with you, it's good and it's nice And it's fun and sweet but not too sweet Get it? We're nothing more than good friends You have got a history Of lying dead to me You have got misery All tatted on your sleeves So lift them things up And show me what's underneath Well, not like that I mean, like, I mean, like Oh, whatever You probably don't care Anyways, anyways, anyways Don't get me? Don't get you Don't tell me, that we're through Don't get me? That's fine, too Don't know what I've been through Don't like me? Know that too Don't act like I even matter Don't know that, don't know this Don't bother to even chatter Don't talk back, don't look straight Don't look sad, don't be nice Don't treat me, like I'm fine Even when I'm dying inside So if you don't mind me knowing I'd love to know What's inside that lioness?